Pasión que dura toda la noche

Originating from "A Night of Deep Affection" by Mo Xian

As night falls and darkness replaces daylight as the city's ruler, neon lights of various colors begin to flicker in the night. People who have been busy all day tear off their gentle masks, releasing their souls in a wicked or wild manner. All the restlessness proclaims—the night has only just begun...

Ye Zi stood blankly in a corner, not knowing where to go or what to do—it had been five days since Zhiwen confessed the matter to her, and she was still at a loss.

Zhiwen, whose full name is Du Zhiwen, was her childhood sweetheart. They went north together to study and work, planning to get married in two years, even making plans about how many children they would have and whether they would be boys or girls. Now, that once-at-hand happy future seems so distant, even unattainable to her…

The incident happened to Zhiwen, a young and promising finance manager who was highly valued by his boss. However, he made a foolish mistake and embezzled company funds to speculate in stocks. After several reversals, he lost everything! Zhiwen said that he did it all for their future, to buy her a bigger house, and to hire a maid to serve her and make her a young mistress. But... the company found out.

Ye Zi really wanted to tell him that she didn't want to live in a big house, nor did she want to be waited on or be a pampered young mistress, but... seeing Zhiwen's haggard and dejected appearance, she couldn't bring herself to say it. After all, Zhiwen had done it all for her... but that was a whole million.

Yes, one million might not be much to a wealthy person, but for her, from the south and from a modest background, it was a significant blow. After crying in secret, she still had to pull herself together to comfort Zhiwen, who had been suspended from his job and given a deadline to repay the loan. Five days passed, and in those five days, she borrowed from everyone she could, even calling her mother in the south and lying that she was planning to get married and buy a house. Her widowed mother believed her and happily sent her savings. But it still wasn't enough. Her own money, her mother's money, and the money borrowed from others still amounted to 210,000. She was at a loss, not knowing what to do, and there was only one day left until the repayment deadline.

She had initially pinned her hopes on her friend Fengzi, after all, they had both come from the south, her family was well-off, and she was shrewd and capable—a veritable "money-grubber" in the past. But unexpectedly, Fengzi had gone on a business trip abroad, her whereabouts unknown. Unable to contact her, with time running out and her last glimmer of hope fading, she truly didn't know what else to do.

One day left, just one day. Zhiwen's company had initially refrained from pursuing the matter for now, considering his relatively hard work, but if he couldn't pay, he wouldn't be able to escape being sued, and his life would be ruined. But now, what should he do? What should he do?

Wandering slowly through the bustling streets, looking back blankly but unable to find a way back—that must be loneliness.

Ye Zi curled her lips in mockery, glanced at the flashing neon lights behind her, and suddenly stepped into the door of a pub.

Who cares? Indulgence or depravity, let her get drunk tonight. Perhaps alcohol can give her some courage to face Zhiwen.

She's drunk, at least... at least she's drunk, and that voice in her heart will no longer ask her if she loves him...

"Give me a glass of wine."

She sat down at the bar, and with a burst of courage, she spoke, but became timid under the bartender's questioning gaze. She quickly pointed to a man who had just sat down next to her, "Same as him."

The handsome and refined bartender raised an eyebrow and smiled, whistling softly, and teased, "Pei, no wonder you left the triumphant William Castle and ran back to my little-known place. It turns out it's all for the lovely lady."

Ye Zi was stunned for a moment, and just as she was about to speak, a deep, pleasant male voice with a slight foreign accent rang out beside her, saying in a rather impatient tone, "Yang, shut up!"

"Oh, you're angry! Don't be angry, my dear, what's the rush!" The oblivious bartender continued to provoke her, even promptly refilling her martini after she finished her first one. "Hi, beautiful lady, I'm Wei Yang, the sworn brother of this ice-faced guy next to you, so you can just call me Yang like him. By the way, after saying so much, I haven't asked your name yet. I'm sure you'd be happy to share! It would be best if you could also give me your phone number, that would be so convenient..."

With her head spinning and a noisy nine-headed bird chattering incessantly beside her, Ye Zi, usually so gentle, finally snapped. She grabbed Fang Weiyang's collar across the bar and snapped, "Shut up, you're so

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